Novel & Cerita What Is Brother Complex

Ethan protested. Leo winced. He'd been trying not to think about that part of it. “Maybe he was coerced, or tricked,” Leo said. “I don't know. I just know I can't banish my own brother. I can't give up on him.” “Yeah. I get that he's the only family you had after the Rogues killed your parents,” Ethan said. “But you have a new family now. A mate, and an heir on the way. You have to think of their safety.”

"Brother, there's nothing you can think of that I can't do. Your little brother is a genius. I have access to all these companies' accounts and can send a lot of information with just one click." Mark watched his younger brother start to become narcissistic again. He couldn't help but remind him, "Little Tod, narcissism is a disease." Little Tod blinked his big eyes at his brother. Why hadn't he explained this to him clearly yet? "Brother, I've already said it's strength, strength, strength! Three times for emphasis." Mark angrily wiped his face. "Little Tod, your spit landed on my face." He seriously wiped his little face. Little Tod was horrified. Would he really do something so disgusting

"God complex is a difficult thing, especially when it is family who have it and insist on you following their orders." His words are right. With Grayson, I can just tell him to get lost and threaten to tell my brothers. As for my brothers, nothing will calm their God complex down. We leave, and he drives us to work. The week passes, and I relax into a routine. Things are going well at work and with Jake and me. I saw my brothers a few times, and they asked who the guy was. Much to their disappointment, I refused to give them any real details.

The prospect of confronting his father about their taboo love filled him with a sense of apprehension. Ederic was acutely aware that his relationship with Aaron, his own brother, was unconventional and condemned by societal standards. However, the profound connection they shared went beyond mere blood ties. Their love was an enigmatic force that disregarded societal norms and surpassed expectations. Their bond had become a sanctuary, a source of solace and joy. It was an emotion that defied simple description but was as real as any other form of affection. As they finally approached a stage where their love could fully blossom, Mr. Alit's interference cast a shadow over their prospects.

Because I couldn’t keep my shit together, my brother has to pay for it,’’ she exhaled tiredly, gulping the throbbing feeling in her throat, but the tears betrayed her as they showed up moistening her vision. ‘’hey, don’t take the blame on yourself,’’ Brinda rubbed her knee in support. ‘’If Joshua is being a stubborn rock, then your brother is the mountain which keeps growing all the time. Miles is strong. He’ll find a way.’’ ‘’I wish I could help,’’ Sophia mumbled and grabbed a pillow tucking it between her crossed legs and torso, hugging it close.

I have to let him down nicely so our relationship won't be awkward. "Zayne, I'm flattered, I really am, but our parents are married, which makes you my stepbrother. There are way too many fishes in the ocean to go fishing in my family pool, even if we aren't technically related." I say the words, trying to convince myself that is how I really feel, but my wet panties know otherwise. A look of confusion flashed across his face before he starts laughing... A gutsy laugh that I found endearing for a second until I realize he's laughing at me.

“Want my two cents? Fuck him and make sure Derrick walks in on both of you moaning.” I frowned. “You know I'm not like that.” “Yeah,” she said, turning her face. “You're the sweet girl who has moved on but still cries and gets drunk on a particular date every damn year.” I swallowed hard. Okay, this is the part that I haven't admitted to her. Getting drunk, wasted, feeling used and shit isn't because Derrick hurt me, stood me up, or even cheated on me. It's deeper than that. It's because I let his brother fuck me… and I've not been able to get it off my mind in all these years. It's like I'm stained, marked, and no matter what I try to do, or how I try to get past it, I'm stuck.

On his deathbed, he handed over the Maxwell Corporation and me, twelve years old at the time, into Leon’s care. Everyone said my brother was the perfect heir. However, I knew better. Behind that polite, gentlemanly mask was a ruthless lone wolf. I stood outside Leon’s study, my hand hovering over the door handle, hesitating to push it. Finally, I sucked in a breath and twisted the knob. The familiar scent of cedarwood hit me immediately. The air felt chill and restrained, just like him. “Huh? He’s not here?” Seriously? He told me to come back, and then he wasn’t even home.

I say, laughing in my defense. "Mhmm." She hums as she tries to hide the smile that was trying to come into play. "But for real, Cameron's a player. He has a new girl like every other day. You’re my best friend, so I don’t want you to end up getting hurt. Especially by my brother because then I will neverrrrrr forgive him.” She explains, looking over at me with a serious expression. I groan obnoxiously as I throw my head back, indicating my frustration.

With Lucifer, I felt like I was the only thing worth focusing on in the entire world. We spent hours talking—about our childhoods, our hopes, our fears, and the things that made us who we were. He spoke openly about the pressure of being the older brother, the expectations placed on him by their family, and how he had always felt responsible for Ethan, even when Ethan made choices that disappointed everyone.